Feng Yao, seeing that there was no need for him, discretely drew the curtains and withdrew.
Jianxiong was indeed harsh on himself, he stared groggily at that familiar face, his heart stirred with excitement, he said weakly, "I hadn't finished speaking at that time, I wasn't looking for Zhao Changsheng."
As soon as this was mentioned, Li He's somewhat anxious expression faded, he silently healed the wound, and once Jianxiong vomited the black blood, he got up to leave.
"What angered me wasn't that, it's because you were too impolite."
His words were sincere yet insincere, Jianxiong grabbed his wrist in a hurry, saying urgently, "That night, she was drinking with me, toasting from across our bottles! I didn't go along with her! Then I got drunk and came back wanting to say this, Li He, why are you acting like a woman, being so petulant?"
